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When the words don't come
Know that they always do,
For sometimes to speak the shortest simplist words,
One but needs to utter no sound.
No Need
John Bartholomew Jan 2022
Growing up we only had fizzy pop whilst chasing busy bee's
How times have changed from bike shed kissing and climbing trees
When Pac-Man was fun and kirby was free
And dads car seatbelt was just an obscurity
Panini stickers at school were all the rage
Even Spurs were good sung on by Chas and Dave
Mum collecting the Texaco vouchers with just ten more left to save
Your big sister all dolled up and heading for a rave
But times move on and in a cinch weve changed for worse or better
We tut at the simplist of things whilst choosing brie or feta
Labelled as the primest of souls with a tendancy of 'oh just let her'
Sat in the mall with 2 screaming kids and Bernie her Red Setter
Fourteen years old and already knowing a Latte from a Cappacino
I was sat in my room, not a penny to spend, happy with my Beano
How times move on, straight past our eyes, it's just how life goes
A kid on a swing, always pondering things, on how the wind blows
It'll circle again, this life with new friends
To some other wandering kid, always starting a new trend
And off it goes again.....

Life

JJB
The principle goal of education in the schools should be creating men and women who are capable of doing new things, not simply repeating what other generations have done. — Jean Piaget

It's not the future that you're afraid of. It's repeating the past that makes you anxious. — Unknown

Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you're wearing, who you're around, what you're doing. Recreate and repeat. — Warsan Shire
Faizel Farzee Nov 2020
It's that time of the year again
We generally jolly, merry and happy as human beings.
Unknowingly, we reacting to a past notions
singed into history
Adopted into a torn fabric of society stemming from dark victories
Woven in time, completely unseen.
Set in motion by attrocities, yet we still happy as can be.
This time of year to me always a mystery
Everybody seems so robotic, just one example of how we were pupperteered
Caught in trap, with no real artillery
It is their masterpiece engineered, a webbed bewichery
Happiness a lying truth
So we can continue our free mysery.
Corporations gives us our "bonus"  but have you spend it immediately
again
On a premise loves measured
not on that you'd die for them, but how bright things bling
Not that you carry them in your heart
Or you think when they speak angels sing
Diamonds are forever, just a ad with Icarus wings  
False romanticism, still marriages fail
over the simplist things
The diamond is forever
Eternally reminded of the failed
time and energy you spent
We fell for the trick, now we get beat with that stick
Staying in debt, so you can never escape
Endless, we fish in a barrel I feel.
While our masters, pimped out in apparel
Steering the wheel
Dangling their scraps to the masses
A endless cycle unbroken eternal it seems.

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